worst enemy
best friend
best poet
high expectations
trying all she can to make him climax
explode his ink
onto her paper
tied together by what tears them apart
a heart
a pen
a paper
crumpled together
between the thighs of an innocent girl
beautifully corrupted
by a poet
fiddler on the roof
proof
that she has learned something
however minute
the hours at Sine Qua Non
grew in two
years of
nurturing the writer
she is finding her voice
a strong whisper
between these sheets
of paper
©Tia Clarke 2012
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